“I See Friends Shaking Hands- saying how do you do.”
When the leaves were orange and the living was easy. What does the tooth fairy do with all the teeth? Why do the people in the front of the picture appear so much bigger than the people toward the back? Out of the mouths, when life was oh so easy.
The days when Ozzie and Harriet made parenting look like a breeze and we were pretty certain Susan Lucci never used J-date or Match. Com to help find yet another husband.
We re-dialed after our friends line was busy the first time and screeched with excitement, Conrad Birdie style, over our anticipated coed- girl/boy party that evening. We left it up to Wally and Beaver to make sure there would be enough Fresca and Potato sticks. They were heavily endowed with the Cleaver organizational skills
The back ground sound on our portable radio as we primped for the evening was set to Cousin Bruce’s Saturday Night Rock and Roll Party. We crooned to Build Me Up Buttercup while we sat under a hot dryer with beer can sized rollers in our hair. We were almost ready as we brushed away the fumes from our eyes left by aqua spray.
The decision to curl our hair rather than iron it straight was a good one, it came out just right. Getting ready was the beginning of the excitement. Our new madras blouse, alpaca sweater and matching “skort” (remember?) hung prominently in the front of our closet right above our shiny, new cordovan colored weejuns. Bright, new Penny, dated 1969 heads up in place.
A touch of revlon blush and a glimmer of “coffee bean“ lipstick proceeded a spritz of Shalimar and we were on our way.
With dejavu on our breath we can still euphorically recall how it felt as we unbuttoned the wooden clasps that kept out new Pea Coats in tact.
We proudly walked in, en masse as if we were auditioning for the Miss Pre-Teen of America contest.
The boys gathered on one side of the room as the girls sifted through the 45’s on the other. At this point there was no bottle to spin in sight. Would the Angels sing tonight as our Soldier Boys danced under the Blue Moon in the Still of the Night? We snapped our fingers in unison to Brian Wilson’s tune-
“If you should ever leave me. Though life would still go on believe me. The world could show nothing to me. So what good would living do me? G-d only knows what I’d be without you. This just could have been the theme to the impending heartbreaks along our way.
The evening was a success as we twisted and shouted and moved around as we were invited to the dance floor to do the Loco-Motion.
The specialty years of pre-teening had a wonderful life of its own. We made room for our daydreams filled with Johnny Mathis lyrics and wondered if we would ever sit starry eyed on a rainbow. We hold tightly to our memories of days where we would “climb way up to the top of the stairs and all our cares would just drift right into space.” All the while Jay and the Americans knew as the “lion slept tonight” those were our “Magic Moments.” Have a good Monday.
One thought on “Throwback Monday!”
Thanks for starting the day with so many memories of my adolescence.
I “ ironed” my hair which made it break. Hence – short hair forever.
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